Japan, Tokyo.
"You must protect Mr. Ma, otherwise we won't give you even a single piece of our goods."
Sasaki Honoko was lying in the bathtub, her figure covered by the abundant foam, revealing a trace of her collarbone. She was holding her mobile phone and looking at the brightly lit city outside the glass.
She is the mother of Imamura Kiyoko and the wife of Imamura Shimokawa.
She is also the sister-in-law of the Tianyi Group, the largest drug trafficking group in Japan.
She had just received news that an international killer had taken over Mr. Ma's business and had headed to Hong Kong Island.
On the other side of the phone, Ni Yongxiao, who had just returned to China, knelt in front of his father's tomb and held the phone in his hand tightly: "Mrs. Ma, don't worry, Mr. Ma will be fine."
"No matter who in our Ni family talks about something, they always stick to their word and do what they say."
"Just pretend that you are on vacation." Ni Yongxiao held his eyes, holding a mobile phone bought from abroad.
Since the beginning of the year, foreign mobile phones have opened up the market.
I believe that it won’t be long before it will slowly replace Mobile Phone and become the mainstream of the communications market.
"Well, are you Ni Kuang's son?"
"yes."
"Welcome to Tokyo as a guest."
"must."
Ni Yongxiao hung up the phone, and the Ni family members were standing around the room.
He put his cell phone on the table, took off his glasses, clasped his hands together, and took a deep breath: "Achen, how many people did you send?"
"Thirty of them, all with guns." Han Chen's round head and calm expression always hid a hint of fierceness.
…
Lamma Mountain, Tin Hau Temple.
Under the green and red altar, there are four words gilded in gold, "Bless me for peace."
Mashanhe collapsed on the sofa mountain, and the blue nigger tattoo spread from his back to his chest. In the solemn temple, there were waves of groans.
He hugged the woman's waist tightly, and suddenly his whole body shivered violently, and he let out a sigh of relief.
Several gunmen leaned sleepily against the tree, unaware that a man in a jacket was quietly standing on the tree, his eyes narrowed into a slit.
boom!
In the night, there was a thunderbolt.
Abu kicked his legs, like a long arrow flying away from the sky. His body was like a ghost. He kicked deeply and broke the neck of a gunman. The gunman next to him heard the noise and was suddenly awakened. Before he could reach out to draw his gun, a pair of hands were already on his shoulders, he kneeled down and stabbed him to death.
Whispering, rushing, in the night wind, every punch he punched went straight to the vital point. Apart from a gust of wind, there was only a clicking sound. Not long after, all the gunmen guarding outside the Tin Hau Temple were beaten to death.
It started to rain gradually, and Ma Shanhe, who was lying on the sofa, seemed to notice the difference.
Just like a wolf, he is always particularly sensitive to the smell of blood. Mashanhe, who is used to seeing life and death in the world, can also smell the smell of death in the wind and clouds.
"Go away." Ma Shanhe pushed the girl aside and grabbed a large sword from under the altar next to the sofa.
As he stood with a knife in both hands, Abu walked into the temple wearing a jacket and carrying a backpack.
His bangs were wet from the rain, and his eyes were always condensed.
clatter.
Abu threw the backpack towards Mashanhe and landed next to him: "It's for you to collect the body."
There was no dialogue in the solemn temple.
Mashanhe quietly grasped the Guandao, then suddenly stepped forward and struck with his hand. The long sword responded, one inch longer and one inch stronger, splitting Huashan Mountain from top to bottom.
Abu bent down and dodged, and the blade cut through the back of the chair.
He knew about the fighting and soon attracted the gunman who was taking a rest in the nearby village house.
So Abu set a time for himself, two minutes!
He only needs two minutes!
I saw him avoiding the blade, twisting his waist and kicking him, spreading his ears all the way, and then stabbed Mashanhe in the head.
Jingwu Tan Kou, a total of twelve ways.
Qilu kicked with both ears and feet. After missing one blow, before Ma Shanhe could put away the knife, he drew back his legs and lunged, made a long fist, and hit the blade with one punch. There was a buzzing sound and the sound of the long knife, interrupting Mashanhe's energy accumulation.
Mashanhe, who was holding the Guandao, felt something in his hand just now, and then raised his eyes. There were two clicks, and his knees had been smashed. He knelt on the ground and was punched to death.
Inherited from the Huo Yuanjia Jingwu Sports Association, the Twelve-way Jingwu Tan Kung Fu, fists and feet are practiced, fast and fast. If there are four hands, the gods will be afraid of the ghosts.
Two minutes later, Abu left Tin Hau Temple with his bag on his back.
Fei Rongcai arrived late with a group of gunmen in disheveled clothes. When he saw Mr. Ma's headless body on the ground, he took a breath of air.
"Push to the street, things are getting serious."
He is Han Chen's subordinate and is not familiar with Master Ma, but he is very aware of Master Ma's status.
Now two-thirds of the entire Ni family's goods are transferred from Tokyo. Now that Mr. Ma is dead, it means that the supply of goods is cut off, which is simply giving up his life.
"What are you looking at? You haven't put the body away yet." Fei Rong slapped his younger brother on the back of the head. After calming down, he dared to call Han Chen.
"Brother Chen, Master Ma is dead." Fei Rong said while wiping his sweat with a rag.
It's not that he's weak, it's that the weather is too hot.
Even if it rains at night, I will sweat even in a suit.
At this time, Han Chen and Ni Yongxiao were together, sitting at a noodle stall to eat. Ni Yongxiao is a very heroic person. After knowing that foreign mobile phones were on the shelves, he gave one to each of his four bosses.
Han Chen shook his chopsticks. After the chopsticks were level, he picked them up and sandwiched the noodles: "How did you die?"
"The head was cut off, and there was only a corpse without a head." Fei Rong could hear the anger in Han Chen's words.
Under Han Chen, he could neither fight nor do business, but he was better than being thorough in doing things. Han Chen has always liked to use him when he wanted stability.
Something happened this time, and Fei Rong knew that if he didn't handle it well, it would be easy for him to be thrown into the sea.
It's just that Fei Rong was too negligent, thinking that if everything was fine after a few days, everything would be fine. I didn’t expect that something would really happen now.
"Get your head back, or you will cut off your own head." After Han Chen finished speaking, he took a mouthful of noodles and added: "I just watched TV. There is a typhoon signal No. 7 these days, and the ferries are suspended for a week. .”
"I understand, Brother Chen." Fei Rong hung up the phone and took out the gun from his waist. He said without any scruples: "Look, I will dig it out all over the island."
"Damn it, I'll kill anyone who dares to stop him. Even the police will do it."
The fat on Fei Rong's face was trembling. This week, he was the most vicious person on Lamma Island.
At the same time, Han Chen had just finished adding the chives, put down the seasoning box, and said with thoughtful eyes: "Achen, what happened?"
"Ni Sheng, the head of Mashan River was chopped off."
"Uncle Ni just died, you won't kill me, right?" Han Chen giggled twice, Ni Yongxiao took a sip of noodles and said with approval: "Of course I won't kill you, I will kill your whole family."
Han Chen was still laughing, but he couldn't stop laughing.
"I'm joking, I'm really joking." Ni Yongxiao swallowed his noodles, lit a cigarette, pointed at Han Chen and said, "I am the top five leader of the Ni family in Tsim Sha Tsui, and you are the one who supports me the most, right?"
"My father just passed away this month. Please help me when it's time to count."
